CHORUS:
White flyer
In the near cold, in the near cold, in the near cold

Dark fire is our sorrow
Til you go, til you go.


VERSE 1
Some think you are the soul of the dead
Some think you are every word ever said

Some think you are a song in my head
Some think you are the soul of the dead



2
To me you are what draws us beyond

To me you are the right from the wrong
To me you are the sight not the sound
To me you are what draws us beyond


3
You are the present not the past

You the moment of living that lasts
You the instant that happens so fast
You are the present, not the (white flyer)


4
Above the red flowers and the river

Above the taking you are a giver
Above the stolen you still deliver